"He who can not draw on three thousand years is living hand to mouth"- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Saturday 29 January 2011

Wisdom’s Growth


In this youth’s young confusion,
Every plucked flower had thorn,
Breaking private acts with intrusion,
All innocent clothes newly torn,

Mistake upon mistake mounds,
Stone on stone flies the spark,
Burn the fire scar the ground,
Until light leaves through dark,

I’ve tampered faults & doubt,
I walk without a strut,
Learnt that pain in youth’s mouth,
Is wisdom pushing up.

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